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She's American made, you know what I mean
Red on black, she's a street machine
Sets ten inches off the ground with a custom plate
That says IEATZ28
Trans Am
Trans Am
Trans Am
Highway Wonderland
Yeah, '79 will be the end of the road
If you want horse power overload
Ooh, if you like kicks, just take her to the floor
And you red-line, shift them gears, hear the engine roar on my
On my Trans Am
Come on catch me if you can
In my Trans Am, Highway Wonderland
Trans Am
Trans Am
Trans Am
Highway Wonderland
And she shines on the street, yeah
And she shines at the heat
And she shines in my baby's eyes
And she shines on every other guy's
Trans Am
Trans Am
Trans Am
Highway Wonderland
T-R-A-N-S A-M
Trans Am!
From Daytona Beach down to Riverside
If there's a race, she's qualified
And my 6.6 gets a little too heavy
For a big boss Ford or a 350 Chevy
Trans Am
Come on, catch me if you can
In my Trans Am, Highway Wonderland
Trans Am
Me and my Trans Am
Come on, catch me if you can
In my Trans Am, ooh, Highway Wonderland
Yeah
Highway Wonderland, yeah
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I may be crazy, but I ain't no fool
I live my life by the golden rule
That money can't buy everything it's true
Yeah, but what it won't buy, I can't use
I want love (love or money) I want money
Gimme love (love or money) or gimme money
My baby loved me when I was down
Yeah, but now I'm up, and she's still around
And she's got a sports car, credit cards, her clothes are the best
We're still alive, I wouldn't put it to the test no, no
She wants love (love or money) and a whole lotta money
A whole lotta love (love or money) and a whole lotta money
Gimme love or money, gimme love or money
She said, "Money honey."
That's what I want, is a whole lotta money
Over here!
My baby says her love is heavy
Yeah, but it don't measure up to English pounds
Or Swiss franks, German marks
Gimme the greenback dollar, oh yeah
Just gimme money, gimme money, gimme money
Love or money, gimme love or money
She says, "Money honey, that's what I want."
Just a whole lot of money
(Love or money)
That's what I want
(Love or money)
G-G-G-G-Gimme money
(Love or money)
G-G-G-Gimme Money, money, ayh
(Love or money)
(Love or money)
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She falls somewhere in between
Levi's and Vogue Magazine
She doesn't paint on her face
But what she does she does with taste
And you can call her Plain Jane
But she's drivin' me insane
(Plain Jane) Oh yeah, you're drivin' me insane
(Plain Jane) Well, let me love you baby, yeah
She kisses with her lips so tight
Ooh, it hits me just like dynamite
Her sweet, simple innocence
Makes everyone else seem like past tense
And you can call her Plain Jane
But she's drivin' me insane
(Plain Jane) Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're drivin' me insane, oh
(Plain Jane) Please, oh
Well, let me love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Takes a special kind of man
To love and understand
My Plain Jane
My Plain Jane, talkin' 'bout my baby
My Plain Jane, oh yeah
(Plain Jane) Ow, uh-huh, my
(Plain Jane) Ain't no body else no
(Plain Jane) Tellin' you you're drivin me insane
Her smile comes on insecure
But her eyes, they let you know for sure
Oh, you gotta look hard and deep
Her kind of lovin', it don't come cheap, no
And you can call her Plain Jane
But she's drivin' me insane
My (Plain Jane) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you're drivin' me insane. Ow
(Plain Jane) I just, want so bad
I wanna love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
(Plain Jane) Ow! I'm talkin' 'bout my
(Plain Jane) Yeah, yeah, she's my baby
(Plain Jane) See her walkin' down the street, and I just wanna love you
My (Plain Jane) come here baby
(Plain Jane) Now, come here baby
(Plain Jane) There ain't nobody else, no
I'm gonna love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
(Plain Jane) Ow
(Plain Jane) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Plain Jane)
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Ow, I don't know what I want, I can't get no peace
All I really know is, I don't need no priest
Hangin' religion around my back
Be it science-fiction, theory or fact
I don't know what I want, I can't get no peace
I got two fine cars, a house and a job
And by the time I'm 35, I'll be a fat slob
I don't care about 1985
'Cause if I ain't dead, you know I'll be half alive
I don't care about 1985
C'mon, get it while you can, there ain't much left to take
Go on, get it while you can, there ain't much left to take
Get it while you can, just like a 20th century man
You'll be a 20th Century man
A 20th Century man
I'm a 20th Century man, yeah
Aw shit
Hey, get outta there!
Watch it!
Hey, shut the door man, what's the matter with ya?
I don't know what I want, I can't get no peace
'Cause I'm a 20th Century man
Just a 20th Century man
I'm a 20th Century man
Be a 20th Century man
Get it while you can, there ain't much left to take, no
Go on, get it while you can, there ain't much left to take
You got to get it while you can, just like a 20th Century man
Go on be a 20th Century man
I'm a 20th Century man
Just a 20th Century man
I'm a 20th Century man
Just a, ow!
I'm a
Just a
Oh, Nellie
Ain't no ordinary 20th Century man
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Cancelled flights, limousines
Hustle bustles, crazy scenes
First you're here, then you're there
Pretty soon man, you been everywhere
Ooh, this planet's on fire
Oh, Satan's desire
We've seen the rise, we'll see the fall
He's here to see us all
Burn in hell
Time ticks away, faster, faster
You run so fast you forget what you're after
You make a deal to sell your soul
Just to find out, baby, it's been sold
Ooh, this planet's on fire
Oh, Satan's desire
We've seen the rise, we'll see the fall
He's here to see us all
Burn in hell
Burn in hell
Not me, baby
Ooh, this planet's on fire
Oh, Satan's desire
We've seen the rise, we'll see the fall
He's here to see us all
Burn in hell
Fine, white lines of crystal light
Keep us up all day and all night
Ooh, we're just forgotten boys and girls
Who thrive on cosmic toys
Ooh, this planet's on fire
Oh, Satan's desire
We've seen the rise, we'll see the fall
He's here to see us all
Burn in hell
Burn in hell
Owwww
(This planet's on fire)
(This planet's on fire)
Ooh, this planet's on fire
Oh, Satan's desire
Ooh, this planet's on fire
Oh, Satan's desire, yeah
Yes!
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Yeah, there's so much that you can't see
So many things that you can be
Your in the black, so you can be free
So many places you can hide
So many things you never tried
No need to know who's on your side
I got secrets in the night
And I've got confidence in the night
And I've got a chance in the night
No one cares who is who
If you believe it, it must be true
At last you, can be you
I've got secrets in the night
And I've got confidence in the night
And I've got a chance in the night
It happens slowly
The way we grow old, never knowing
Darkness fell
Slow and easy
As though nothing was wrong
Lost in a dream
Things are not the way they seem anymore
We've all been there before
How ever the darker it is, the better I see
I see through you, I see beyond me
I see black with color, I see the key
And I've got secrets in the night
Yeah, and I've got confidence in the night
And I've got a chance in the night, oh, oh
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I would like to be alone
I can't make it to the phone right now
Just leave your message with my clone
'Cause I've just been through the Danger Zone
I just passed through the Danger Zone
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Start with the sun and move on out
The future's in the skies above
The heavens unfold and a new star is born
Space and time makin' love
Oh, what a time we had
Living on the ground
I've moved to Space Station #5
See you next time around, what'd you say?
As far you want, as close as you need
It's all in your mind, you know
This old Earth hasn't really seen it's day
It's here, time to go
Oh, what a time we had
Living on the ground
I've moved to Space Station #5
See you next time around, what'd you say?
It's a whim
Remember when it was so clear
We were young, but the memory still remains
To pick fruit from a tree
Fish from the sea
Now nothing's left here but the stains
But I can't cry no more, can only be glad
There's other places we can be
If the time suits you right
I'm leaving tonight
Come and fly, fly away with me
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, baby
Let's fly away
Come on and fly away
Well, let's go
Well, let's go
Let's go
Yeah
Fly away
Bill Church
Chuck Ruff
Gary Pihl
Sammy Hagar, hmph
I tell you what, I hope you got your money's worth.
'Cause I sure had a good time...
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